Tag Archives: Lewis Carroll

3 It is as an opposition to this mindset that I welcome, rejoice in, and kick myself for missing, the construction and demolition of the cardboard Royal Arch by Claire Dow and Olivier Grossetete. Such fond, culturally-informed and – yes … Continue reading →

Like several Scottish and Northern cities which have struggled with their changing identity – are they, as formerly, principally provincial conglomerations, or can they become something more, something capable of rebalancing the stacked centre/region dichotomy? – Dundee has performed and … Continue reading →

(This is the last of the plunder from Tumblr: displacement activity for not finishing off the Mexico City post, which I have now no excuse not to return to apart from the full time job. And my accounts. I’m adding … Continue reading →

(I’ve been vaguely attempting to push on with my next post about Leonora Carrington, which focuses on Mexico City, but in fact have been obsessing about Syd Barrett instead. Somehow, not only are these two subjects related, but Barrett seems … Continue reading →

(This is the first of five sections of a piece I’ve been puzzling over all summer about the great British Surrealist painter and writer, Leonora Carrington. Puzzling because I don’t quite know where I’m going with this, though it clearly … Continue reading →

(A post that started months ago as I realised my creative attention had moved for the time being toward something between the poem and the prose poem. These pieces arose from my engagement with social media rather than the conventional … Continue reading →

The Osborne and the Cameron disturbed the oysters’ sleep: by saving sandgrains from the strand they made the oysters weep. ‘Should seven widows give their mites to us for seven years, do you think, dear Ozzie, that … Continue reading →